Hearing these three names.
The expressions of the dimensional gods present stiffened.
Their fates were plain for all to see.
Dormammu was nailed to Earth by Odin, his body still hanging on a mountain in Asgard.
Mephisto is still missing, but since the Hell dimension is gone, he is most likely dead.
Shuma-Gorath had it the worst; the horrific scene of being torn apart by countless hideous monsters and ground into cosmic dust was enough to send a chill to the depths of the souls of these ancient beings just by recalling it.
By comparison, they were merely bound within this magic circle; although humiliating and with their powers suppressed, at least they were still alive.
Nolan's so-called 'gentleness' seemed so cruel and real at this moment.
The light of the orange magic circle in Yao's hands stabilized, confirming that the binding of the three dimensional gods was complete.
She turned to Nolan.
"Master, there is one last guest left on the list."
"Hmm."
Nolan replied and opened another portal.
This time, the moment the portal opened, a surge of extremely primitive, violent, crimson energy reeking of rust and blood gushed out like a tidal wave!
Just from the leaking aura, the air seemed to turn into viscous blood, heavy and suffocating; the faces of the Sanctuary mages turned flushed, and the desire for battle appeared in their eyes.
Nolan frowned, placed a barrier over the portal, and stepped inside.
Then, a conversation drifted out from within.
"I have come to invite you to join a war..."
"..."
"You'll agree if I win? I understand. This next part might hurt a little."
BOOM!!!!!!
An indescribable roar and energy shockwave erupted from within the portal! Everyone covered their ears.
It was not a collision of energy, but more like two concepts at the level of universal laws crushing and annihilating each other! If not for the barrier Nolan had set up, the Sanctuary would have already been destroyed.
However, this world-shattering commotion only lasted...
Three seconds.
Three seconds later, the violent crimson energy tide that seemed ready to crush the multiverse came to an abrupt halt.
The entrance to the boiling crimson Universe instantly solidified and dimmed, like extinguished charcoal.
Then, Nolan's figure walked out from the portal.
And in his left hand, he was dragging an immensely huge figure.
Cyttorak!
At this moment, his massive body, which looked like it had been forged from crimson stars, was covered in sunken fist marks.
His head hung powerlessly, and dark red, magma-like energy blood constantly spilled from his mouth and nose, dripping onto the floor of the Sanctuary and making a "hissing" corrosive sound.
"Hiss..."
A sound of gasping came from the bound gods.
Nightmare's shadow solidified into a block of pitch-black ice, and even its fluctuations ceased.
Satannish's massive body curled into a ball, and the giant mouth on his stomach was tightly shut.
The radiance of the Vishanti trinity dimmed to the extreme, their silence filled with a profound gravity.
Chthon stared fixedly at Cyttorak's miserable state, then looked at Nolan, who was completely unscathed, his eye twitching.
Cyttorak.
Possessed the purest, most brutal physical destructive power! An eruption of this power would be enough to crush several galaxies into elementary particles in an instant!
Yet, he was beaten into serious injury by someone using hand-to-hand combat, and it only took three seconds.
Nolan dropped this massive trophy, and the ground trembled slightly.
"He has also volunteered to join. When he wakes up, have him report to the Demon Group."
"Chthon, you will follow Yao for the time being; do whatever she tells you to do."
Nolan finished speaking and turned to leave.
Chthon looked at Cyttorak, who was lying on the ground like a dead dog, and finally, his gaze returned to Nolan's unfathomable back.
He bowed slightly and whispered in the direction where Nolan had disappeared:
"As you wish, Demon King."
This obedience did not stem from a contract, but from the most instinctive and profound awe of absolute power.
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DC.
At the bottom of the Dark Multiverse.
Bruce looked up at the giant bat bound by metal chains, the mastermind behind his dark past.
Barbatos chuckled.
"I really didn't expect that I would be defeated by my own creation. How wonderful. I betrayed my own creator, yet now I have been betrayed by my own creation in the same way."
Bruce had no time to listen to this guy's sentimental musings; he looked at Barbatos with a sharp gaze.
"Where did The Batman Who Laughs go?!"
This plan had gone unexpectedly smoothly.
The Tenth Metal was obtained in advance through Mxyzptlk.
The plans for each member of the Dark Knights were handed over to the corresponding heroes; although the process was difficult, they were all defeated in the end.
And Barbatos had also failed under the siege of the Justice League.
The process was smooth, but it was too smooth.
It wasn't until the end that Bruce discovered The Batman Who Laughs had disappeared. Aside from appearing when the gate to the Dark Multiverse was opened, he had vanished without a trace afterward.
"Hahahaha..."
The piercing laughter echoed in this dark space.
"You are afraid, fearing another version of yourself."
Barbatos's voice sounded like two rough rocks rubbing against each other.
"The one who was born from your despair, yet embraced the darkness more thoroughly than you; he has made you restless, hasn't he? Bruce Wayne."
Bruce's face under his cowl was as cold and hard as rock.
"Where is The Batman Who Laughs? His disappearance is not a coincidence, and your 'failure' was too easy."
Barbatos's laughter gradually subsided.
"Easy? You underestimate him."
"Although he only understood it after he failed, your victory was just one part of his plan."
The giant head leaned forward; even though he was bound, the oppression stemming from the source of the Dark Multiverse was still chilling.
"Do you want to know where he went? What he wants to do? What he took?"
"As long as you release me, I can promise to give up invading the multiverse, and I can even personally bring The Batman Who Laughs before you."
The air seemed to freeze, with only the faint groaning of the chains and the sound of Bruce's heavy, slow breathing.
Bruce stared at the pair of giant slit pupils burning with endless darkness and malice.
There was no sincerity in them, only naked calculation exploiting his deepest anxieties.
Letting a tiger return to the mountain? That was never an option for him.
A single compromise would only bring about a greater catastrophe.
The Batman Who Laughs is a threat, but Barbatos himself is the source of the catastrophe.
"No."
"You are going nowhere."
Bruce took one last cold glance at the dark god firmly imprisoned by the chains and turned around without hesitation, his black cape cutting a sharp arc behind him.
His boots stepped on the cold, rugged dark rocks, making firm footsteps that gradually faded into the distance.
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